The early days at Thornton
When my mother and father married, Dad worked the family farm at Thornton, up the Laidley Creek Valley, so the big old family home was divided into two dwellings with Grandma and Aunty Dolly (Dad's oldest spinster sister) on one side and our growing family on the other. I like to tell people my parents were so impressed with me, the oldest, that they decided they’d like a dozen of me. But the truth is my dad comes from good Irish Catholic stock and the change that swept through the world with the introduction of birth control was not felt in our household. Mum wasn't Catholic and she never took any part in Catholicism but she played her part as the wife of a good Catholic and made sure we were raised Catholic. She attended our baptisms but that was it. She didn't darken the door of the church again until her children started marrying. She never forgot that when they had married, the ceremony couldn't take place in the main body of the church (because she was no